My mom used to tell me I was on a horse before I could walk, and I was my daddy’s shadow. If he was in the barn, so was I. I watched him break mustangs and colts no one else wanted to ride.
Some of those horses my mom begged him not to take. The horses always left his barn better than they came. We had so much fun together. My daddy gave me my love of horses that continues today, even though I can’t ride anymore. When people ask if I was raised in a barn, I can say, “Yes.” I learned so much in that barn from my daddy and the horses. Daddy passed away Jan. 1, 2020, from Alzheimer’s. He forgot a lot, but he always remembered the colts he rode. He is so missed.
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